A surging yet mocking mental force was like a sharp sword, viciously stabbing toward Angel.
Angel only felt a piercing pain in his brain. His vision went black, and he dropped to his knees.
The pain did not last long, but the process was something Angel would never forget for the rest of his life.
When he opened his eyes, he found that the Abyss Wind Dragon had not flown away. Instead, it was watching him with icy eyes. "Your spirit is frail, your strength insignificant. You do not even possess the power to live in this world, yet you still dream of helping it lift its misfortune?"
Angel said nothing. He merely sat quietly on the ground.
The Abyss Wind Dragon felt somewhat displeased. A mere human actually dared not answer its question?
The Abyss Wind Dragon snorted out a violent hurricane through its nostrils, sending it rushing toward where Angel sat cross-legged. The wind danced like blades, while the man sat still as a bell; rolling sand and dust whirled around Angel.
Only then did the Abyss Wind Dragon notice that something was wrong.
Its control had been extremely precise. The hurricane it released should at most have left Angel in a sorry state. Yet he neither dodged nor evaded, forcing the Abyss Wind Dragon to narrow the hurricane's range.
After all, it had not intended to kill Angel.
After the wind stopped, Angel was still sitting cross-legged on the ground, his head hanging low, his expression hidden from view.
The human at the bottom of the pit appeared to have lost consciousness?
"Putting on an act, or... has his mind collapsed?" the Abyss Wind Dragon muttered to itself as it carefully examined him.
But at that moment, a glowing green pattern suddenly emerged from behind Angel. Like